Date: Fri, 15 Apr 2011 22:19:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen
Subject: Breaking The Bosses Boy Part 2
His lean winged torso laid over metal desk top, his body bent over with his
pants pulled down around his ankles was a sight to behold. My tongue pressed up
into his hairy sweaty fuck hole as I pried his cheeks apart with my calloused
hands.. He just melted onto my desk into a sweaty pool of pedantic moans and
mumbles nobody but the two of us understood.
The boss's kid Chris was fast becoming mine. I'd punked out the 20 year old
boy's virgin hole just a week ago in a cheap motel room after getting him drunk,
something I had wanted to do after years of watching him grow up and mature into
a young man. To my shock, he's been hovering around me like a craven slut with a
bad crush ever since. I was starting to wonder if was black tar heroine I
planted up his swollen cunt, because he keeps wanting it more.
His parents still on vacation far far away, he'd been calling me up and begging
to party almost every night since I turned him out and plugged him good. He was
into it. Well more than into it, it turns out this pastor's kid - my boss's kid
was born to serve cock. He was born to open up his ass and please a man with
everything he had. After just a week the boy craved cock in him like I had never
seen. I knew it hurt but he wanted it anyway.
Today he stayed late at the jobsite and helped me clean and lock up. We made it
back to my job site office, a dirty old mobile home building with a leaky roof.
Both of us were tired and dirty from a long day a the site, but I could tell he
was hanging around for a reason. "You want to fuck don`t ya?", I asked him
casually. "Love to boss", he said with that puppy dog look in his eyes.
"Well then drop your pants boy", I said with a laugh. "Here?" he asked
surprised. "Yeah I got company at my place tonight, so this is where it's at if
you want it now". He seemed cautious, "We wont get caught will we?". I just
laughed. "Drop your pants!" He did as I asked, unbuttoning his 501's and hastily
shoved them and his underwear down past his knees.
I pushed a stapler and some other clutter to the side of my desk. Motioning to
him I told him to bend over the desk and present his nice round orbs to me. Like
a good boy he did exactly as I said as I unbuttoned my jeans and let my
hardening meat swing out into the musty office air.
As he bent over the desk he looked back at me and pulled his ass cheeks apart,
letting the dusky light hit the hairy nest of fur that surrounded his tight pink
pucker. I had become pretty familiar with his man hole, having fucked, sucked
and ate it many times in recent nights. He had already learned I expect it to be
clean whenever he was around me, because when I wanted it, it had better be
clean.
As I pushed my nose up between his hairy cheeks I was pleased that he was indeed
edibly clean with just a hint of sweat and musk. He would be rewarded indeed. As
his stomach laid on my desk top my tongue plunged into his soul. My flickering
wet muscle slid in and out of his pussy, my mouth encircling his rosebud and
sucking on it ruthlessly. Kneading, gnawing and tongue fucking his buttery hole
my cock hardened to full wood.
My heart rate quickened as I spit and pushed mouth loads of saliva up his pasty
fuck hole. I was driving him wild, his body surfing waves of sweating pleasure
he never knew a man could give him a week ago. He was giving me his ass, his
body and his soul. And I was about to plunder and rape him til I was spent. Oh
how this boy was getting sweeter by the day. His hole was getting soft and
swollen, raising like bread in the oven. He was ready to take my beast and take
it raw.
Without the benefit of lube for the first time he was gonna get fucked as raw is
it got. He was gonna get my cock up his chute with only a spit and shine. But
lucky for him I was already leaking sweet strings of slippery clear ooze. My
hands clawed at his hairy bubble cheeks, spreading them wide as my thumbs tabbed
at his wet hole. He moaned in anticipation, his body still slithering on my
desk.
I pushed my wet mushroom up to his gate and pressed slowly up into him. By now
his cunt was readily accepting my fat meat, having fully been opened up. His
body tensed up anyhow, his hole fighting my advance naturally. He still hadn't
learned how to relax and just let it in yet. It didn't matter, before he had
time to think about it I was deep in him with my hairy balls hanging against
his. "Ohhh yeah", he mumbled softly as his hands gripped the edges of my desk so
tight.
I pulled back out and let a string of spit drop on it and shoved it back up his
snatch. His body bucked and tensed again. "Yeah you like that don't you boy!", I
taunted. "You like that dick up your butt do you!" As I began pumping his hairy
tight pussy he forced a muted, "Yes sir. I need your dick in me. I need it Sir".
That's what I like to hear. Less than a week this boy was calling me Sir and
giving it to me on demand. Damn I'm gonna like this shit.
I began rough pounding his stink hole good and hard. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! the sound echoed in the small metal trailer. My belt buckle was clinking
on the side of my metal desk as I raped his hole raw, banged his body
repeatedly. His pants and grunts told me he was dealing with the increased
friction and burning fuck my lubeless dick. But he didn't complain. His hands
struggled to keep their grip on my desk as I watched my dick slide in and out of
his hairy man hole.
The sweat stains in the small of his back and his underarm areas of his dirty
orange T-Shirt got darker as I jackhammered his pussy. The smell of raunchy man
sex filled the small office like a cloud of smoke as our grunts and moans must
have been heard from outside. Luckily we were the only ones here tonight,
engaging in the dirtiest forms of lust and sin. Man on man sex, dirty raw
sodomy, and love. Sweet man love, hurting so good.
I felt it coming and reached under his stomach, pulling him upright. Wrapping my
arms around his torso in a bear hug as I fucked his hole I ran my rough goatee
across his sweaty neck. "You ready for my cum boy?" I whispered in his ear, the
sound of my body slapping his in the background. He rolled his head back against
my shoulder in answer. I hugged him tight as I banged him hard and deep,
exploding into his warm hot shitter. "HMmmmmmmmmmmm", I grunted in his ear.
I held him tightly in my arms and kissed his hairy neck as I pumped every bit of
my seed up his hole, my dick slowly deflating. In a heated moment of passion and
emotion I whispered in his ear, "I love you boy". His body seemed to go limp as
I held him in my arms with my sweaty stomach against his back, the two of us
hunched over the end of my desk.
When I let go, he turned around and quickly dropped to his knees. He then began
mouthing my filthy messy fuck stick. For the first time, he pigged on my hairy
dirty meat after it had come from his hole. Like he had been hungry for the
filth all day, he slobbered and sucked, chewed and licked on it feverishly until
there was nothing left on it but his spit. In the passion I was feeling I pulled
him back up and planted my tongue in his mouth with a sloppy hasty kiss. It was
a rough kiss of pushing and forcing, eating and sucking until we both came to a
stop and just looked each other in the eyes.
"Do you mean it?" he asked. In a fog I said, "Mean what boy?". "Do you really
love me?", he asked with a slight look of vulnerability. In the most natural
feel I responded, "Yeah. I think I do boy". With that we stood in a tight
embrace with our sweaty cocks mashing together for what seemed like five minutes
as the last sunlight faded to dark. I had done it. I told him what I felt
inside. I crossed the line. And now it was different.
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